OBSCURE

The affections that you cast upon me and the stares that you made me look upon when all I could do is to just breathe heavily. When I can't make anything stay that doesn't mean it is for forever because when I saw you for the first time I became serene. Serene in the way that an angel comes forth to caress the delights. In the darkness I swallow the moon to fill the empty space between the stars. Baby I can't make you stay and I know how vulnerable I am for doing this machinery missions of getting back you and having you buried in my chest. Endless plans have been made by thinking of you my dear. O, you who know nothing but only love and break ups and you who knows everything but only keep things for yourself. I can't make anything better with my existing and co-existing within time and breathing the same air with the humans where all I could do is to just shut them up by tossing them away and run away whenever I feel like they are trying to care about me because I am scared of getting my hopes up and having faiths for them by only making them hurt me from time to time. Oh, you know how was it feels like to have someone stabs you constantly, continuously and fatally when you put your trust on them by only making them have the power to ruin you and dominate your stupid desires. Wherever you go and try to start over, you know that's impossible because you always carry your past with you and you know humans can't run from their past. The tragic flaw of having the desires of being loved, unloved, solitary, happy and everything else seem possible when you are in the state of consciousness and everything else seem just okay and right but in the end you uncover the holiness of the shits being hid from you and let you have hope of perpetually stupid of no brutish stupidity of the so called human beings and so forth jerk themselves with the thoughts of make their way up to the top when they fucked themselves way down to the bottom of peasants who sniff around seeking for their own manners, souls and religion of what might seems to never exist because the need of the reality never seem to comprehend with their own level of understanding and never will these people find their way out to the reality of might be seen as real loads of shits and the sniffing continues from skin to skins to their own mind of seemingly catastrophic. Fuck, fuck and fuck all the things you promised me or never did but just you or you the other you who made me looked like a fool as i pray for your death i am dead myself from your thoughts of not giving fuck about everybody else but only yourself, the rotten mind of the college student who spent a night in the bed of their own friends who had bypass the consent of their own by making the way up and spread their own genes and oh my what is the feeling when you feel like being taken and dominated by a thing that thrust upon your own body, jitterbugging asking for release from the thoughts of not getting the actual feeling of living but dying.